Boston will rise.
And just when I thought I couldn’t have any more pride to be from Boston…
So in love with my city. and the country standing behind it.
Good always wins.
Yesterday was supposed to be different for Boston.
Yesterday the sun was shining and thousands filled the streets to cheer on friends, family, strangers as they ran the Boston Marathon. For some, it’s tradition. It is something that we take such pride in, whether we are a runner or the cheerleader. People travel from all over the country for this event. It is a beautiful day for Boston indeed. It was beautiful for a lot of reasons, and at 2:50pm, Boston was stripped of its beauty for 15 seconds. Fifteen seconds.
You never think it will be you. Your city.
You never think it will be you frantically texting and checking in with everyone you know, just to make sure they are still alive.
You never think it will be your local radio stations talking about something you are living through personally.
You never imagine seeing those horrific videos in your favorite area of the city, streets you know so well.
I’ve struggled a lot with processing what’s happened. First, I am safe.. along with my family and friends. For this, I feel so blessed. But I still feel sick, because my Boston family is not okay. We were broken yesterday.
And then I think of what happened after those 15 seconds, and my broken heart immediately begins to mend. Because immediately after those 15 seconds, light came through. Police officers, EMTs, volunteers, and random civilians ran towards the explosions. People living in the heart of the city opened up their doors to give strangers a place to stay safe and warm until the streets were safer. No one was left alone. Runners went straight to the hospital to donate blood. Boston came together, asking what they could do.
I have never been so proud to live where I do.
Not a single moment was wasted before everyone began to help. I am so overwhelmed at the good that was seen and done, no questions asked. Evil will not win, because there is too much good.. and that was proven yesterday. Yesterday, horrible things happened to innocent people. Those directly affected will forever have their lives changed. It’s not fair. It’s not right.
But there is light.
We will overcome.
Boston, I love you. You will always be my home, and I will never see anything but your beauty. The amazing sights, the people, the passion for sports and love and life. The history. The pride of being a Bostonian. That will never be taken away. There is beauty and light in the darkness, and that is the city of Boston.
My heart is really heavy tonight.
My thoughts are to follow.. when I can wrap my head around today’s Boston events a little more. But for now, I’m asking for prayer for my city. And I mean really, asking God to move in big ways and hold those affected so close to Him.
And don’t watch the news coverage more than once over.. it makes it worse.
I love you Boston. We will make it through.
I can’t stop listening to this song. So beautiful.